The sun shines bright in the (C)old Ken tuck y (G)home; ’tis sum mer, the (A7)folks there are (D)gay.

The (G)corn top’s ripe and the (C)mead ow’s in the (G)bloom, while the (D7)birds make the mu sic all the (G)day.

The young folks roll on the (C)lit tle cab in (G)floor, all mer ry, all (A7)hap py and (D)bright.

By’n (G)by hard times comes a (C)knock ing at the (G)door; then my old Ken tuck y (D7)home, good (G)night!

Weep no (C)more, my (G)la dy,

oh, (C)weep no more to (G)day!

We will sing one song for the (C)old Ken tuck y (G)home, for the old Ken tuck y (D7)home far a (G)way.

They hunt no more for the (C)pos sum and the (G)coon on mead ow, the (A7)hill and the (D)shore.

They (G)sing no more by the (C)glim mer of the (G)moon on the (D7)bench by the old ar cab in (G)door.

The day goes by like a (C)shad ow o’er the (G)heart, with sor row where (A7)all was de (D)light.

The (G)time has come when the (C)old friends have to (G)part; then my old Ken tuck y (D7)home, good (G)night!

Weep no (C)more, my (G)la dy,

oh, (C)weep no more to (G)day!

We will sing one song for the (C)old Ken tuck y (G)home, for the old Ken tuck y (D7)home far a (G)way.

The (G)way.